Free Conklin's Foundation (Conklin's Trilogy) by Brooke Page Page B

Tyler.
    After thoroughly washing my hair and body, making sure I didn’t miss any spots shaving my legs or armpits, I jumped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around myself, then started to towel dry my hair with another towel.  Once it felt dry enough to not drip, I started to apply some lotion.  I didn’t put it on as much as I should, but I loved the smell: light, citrus, and clean.  I lifted my leg to the bath tub and started to slowly rub the lotion along my ankles to my calves and up my thighs, causing my towel to hike up.  I threw my head to the side so my hair wasn’t cascading down in front of my whole face and nearly had a heart attack when I found Tyler leaning in the door frame watching me with wide, smoldering eyes.
    “Tyler!”  I gasped as I jumped backwards against the counter, clenching my towel to my chest.  His grin grew wide as he walked towards me, all young and rugged in baggy carpenter light blue jeans and a Cubs t-shirt.
    I pulled on my towel, feeling horribly self-conscious as he damn near pinned me against the counter.
    “ Surprise,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me, putting his hands on either side of the counter top. Tyler coming home early was the best surprise ever.
    Forgetting about my lack of clothing, I got lost in his kiss. Wow did it feel like forever since his lips were on me.  Holding my towel with one hand, I ran the other through his hair, which happened to be much shorter.  He had gotten a haircut. It was practically buzzed in the back and faded up, but still had enough length on the top to keep his incredibly sexy messy look. 
    His arms wrapped around me tighter as I kissed him harder, fisting my hand in as much of his hair as I could, pulling him into me, devouring him.  He groaned and clasped his arms around my back, pressing his hard body to mine.
    “I take it you missed me, too,” he breathed, slowing down the intensity of our kisses.
    “M mm…,” was all I could manage to say.  I took a long breath, inhaling his intoxicating scent.  Oh, did I love how he smelled.  Letting go of my towel, I pressed my chest into his, the towel as my barrier, and brought my hand around his waist, lifting up his shirt so I could feel his skin.  I grinned into his mouth as I ran my hand up his muscular back.  He was smooth again.  He pulled back and cocked his head at me, trying to hold back a smile.
    “Take a trip to the spa?”  I teased, moving my other hand up the front of his shirt.  He squirmed and chuckled, grabbing both of my wrists.
    “Nathan scheduled an appointment for me.  Lucky for you it was Tuesday, so I’m not red and blotchy,” he bantered back.
    “Nathan makes appointments for you to go to the spa?”  I question ed.
    “Yes, he does the whole shebang while I get the wax and a haircut.  Thank God he didn’t make me go shopping with him afterwards like usual.”
    I attempted to hold in my laugh but failed.  Tyler let go of my wrists and lifted me so I was sitting on the counter top during my fit of giggles. 
    “It just seems odd that you and your brother go to the spa,” I giggled again, as he narrowed his eyes at me, clearly trying to look stern and upset instead of laughing along with me. 
    “Wh y?  I can’t be pampered too?” he said, half offended.
    “I could pamper you,” I flirted, losing my giggles, bringing my hands to his lower back and slowly up his spine.  Tyler’s eyes closed as his chest rose with each deep breath.
    “I love that idea,” he murmured, slowly meeting my lips with his.  His kisses were slow and intense, as close to making out as possible without tongues. 
    I ran my hands up and down his smooth back then brought them to his front, slipping my fingers in his waistband so I could play with the elastic of his boxer briefs.  He wasn’t as smooth on this part of his body, but I was okay with that. 
    Tyler pulled my body tighter to him, running his hands down my back then to my hips, finding my thighs